Friday Fictioneers – The world carried on

The world carried on just as before. Only without him. Helga brought the mail to his bedside – a postcard with quaint conical rooftops of gaily coloured tiles. He didn’t need to read it to know the sender – Donald. Donald was travelling again.

Rage filled him. Without legs he would never travel anywhere again. After the rage came despair.

“Take it a day at a time.” Helga patted his hand.

A groan welled up like a retch from an empty stomach and he turned his face towards the window. A sparrow on the sill cocked its head in reply.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Yes, the world keeps turning and yes we are still here – feels a bit odd, doesn’t it? Great take on the prompt and on recent events. Love the analogy between us, the legless, helpless and the postcard sending Donald – very clever

Loved the last para. Big fan of that sort of ending where you switch focus onto something else other than the main char i.e. the weather, a bird etc. Tiny crit….I was a little bit surprised to see such a literal take on the picture. For me the “conical rooftops” bit felt forced, almost clunky, didn’t really feel like a necessary part of the story. Could have been anything on the postcard.

Great take on the prompt. It is a harsh reality that no matter what happens to you the word does indeed carry on. Nice writing, loved the phrase “A groan welled up like a retch from an empty stomach and he turned his face towards the window.” The sparrow was a nice touch.